exit wounds

Strai hadn’t made a habit of leaving the Vikings territory. And any time he had, the trips had been short. He wasn’t quite ready yet to push his luck with Vidarr. He knew he was already on thin ice with the Viking Demon and wanted to give no more reasons for his cold eyes to fall on the snowy pup.

The thicket territory especially wasn’t a place he was a big fan of. Not after that time he had gotten stuck in their thorny embrace. But he stalked the edges of the territory, before settling down to wait. His white coat blending into the snow as he set himself up to ambush any small prey that might emerge.


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